On the bright side I learned
Illness would come to me
When I was out of town
It would not miss a beat
I spent my whole vacation lying around
Speaking through a tunnel, out of a druggy haze
Reading your words on the screen that first night I arrived
To hit me while I’m down
Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin
Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin
The weather fell short
Of our expectations
In a place known for cloudless blue skies
It was chilly and wet
The day that they married – not a single dry eye
And everyone’s a pundit after the cork is popped
Save your money, do first for your honey and all that good stuff
I was too sick to tune in
Miss, do you need some air?
Someone’s taken my champagne
Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin
Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin
It’s a passing phase –
In case they notice I’ve been a bad guest
I have myself planned a small escape hatch
My eyes grow heavy, my smile grows wide on the antihistamine
Now cake and Nyquil will send me back flat- faced on my
King-sized bed
At the La Quinta Inn
There’s a lot of thinking I could do
There are a lot of thoughts I’m passed out to
Must I spell it out –
Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin
Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin
Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin
Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin
Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin
Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin
It’s a passing phase –
Copyright © 2008 Rachel Zylstra
From Before You Could Decide, 2008